Ray Davies - Autumn Almanac lyrics

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar, When the dawn begins to crack. It's all part of my autumn almanac. Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow, So I sweep them in my sack. Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. Friday evenings, people get together, Hiding from the weather. Tea and toasted, bu*tered currant buns Can't compensate for lack of sun, Because the summer's all gone. La-la-la-la... Oh, my poor rheumatic back Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn almanac Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. I like my football on a Saturday, Roast beef on Sundays, all right. I go to Blackpool for my holidays, Sit in the open sunlight. This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it, And I'm always gonna to stay here If I live to be ninety-nine, 'Cause all the people I meet Seem to come from my street And I can't get away, Because it's calling me, (come on home) Hear it calling me, (come on home) La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn Armagnac Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac. La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn almanac Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! (etc.)